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Fall approaches and life changes again. My daughter is growing up. I find myself like the season - each day shorter than the next. Amazing things keep happening like a harvest of the soul, but the sheer abundance makes my head swim. Gain, loss, change.... wash, rinse, repeat. I fear and welcome winter..

I am a tree at this time of year no grand oak or frasier fir a buckeye perhaps hidden and interesting and desperate the night overtakes the day time is no longer a friend in the sweltering thinness I smell winter the storms that shaped my branches pruned me and splintered my soul may rage again or may not and so I race against the waning day preparing but not quite ready to face that icy kiss barren and naked In painful eternal repeat I summon my strength to light up the sky again and bask in the chilly glow of a perfect day.